The Death Knell

Not to mention the orangutan over there asked how many boxes of good wine he wanted at midnight. In short, after all the skeletons and zombies on the battlefield went back underground, there were only a few sporadic monsters in the woods and a few pitiful-looking flying dragons in the sky. .

Blackfire and Lingxing suddenly felt that the pressure was relieved, and Deadpool had already put away his weapons and walked towards his cousin. The only one who was unhappy was probably Harley, who had the red barrel of the gun hanging down in her hand.

There were too few enemies and the game was not difficult enough, so she found it unfun.

"Finally, I stretched my muscles. After all, my cousin hired me, and I can't just take the money for nothing, right?" Deadpool twisted his buttocks and walked toward the death knell in a walking posture, while turning his head to face the empty house. The place spoke: "But I still don't like dealing with magic. The use of this energy makes no sense at all. Huh? Who said I'm afraid? I'm the protagonist. Where's the house manager? Block the black guy for me. Wait a minute, he's going to give you gifts, don't do anything, wait for me to lick him..."

As he spoke, the two white eyes on Deadpool's mask suddenly narrowed into slits, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Because he passed by the fallen witch boy.

With his hands clenched on both sides of his waist, Wade, who was twisting and moving forward, stopped. He squatted down and observed the corpse on the ground, as if he was very interested in the blue man.

After looking at him for a few times and then reaching out to pull the other person's hair, Wade sighed and shook his head.

"DC is dark. Such a young child is losing his hair so severely. He really can't survive here without a brain."

But after all, he bit his tongue at the corner of his mouth, reached into his trouser pocket, took out a large brush, lifted his mask and spit on the tip of the pen, letting the dried ink stains Re-moisten.

"Seeing how miserable your remains are, let me draw a smiley face for you."

As he spoke, he held a big brush to the witch boy's face, and let out a weird laugh.

However, a blue hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, making it difficult for the brush to advance.

Wade looked at the corpse and grabbed his hand and did not panic. Instead, he grinned and used more strength to write. He also whispered: "Kid, you are a dead person. Do you know how to act? If you don't If you cooperate, your lunch box will be gone.”

The wizard boy was speechless at this time. He expected that Deathstroke could guess his plan and cooperate with him. Therefore, as a person who did not believe in God at all, he only shouted "for our Lord" before taking action. That was naturally a hint.

He was originally 130cm tall and had a chest measurement of 77cm. After transforming into a Herui monster, he was four meters tall and had a chest measurement of two meters. Naturally, all of these extra parts were tentacles.

Deathstroke's chest-piercing sword didn't even scratch his side. He clutched his chest and fell down. Of course it was a planned fake death.

The people in Witch Town will never come up to the ground in their lifetime. They will die outside as holy warriors. They will not come to ask for confirmation, and they will not send people to try to join the game. It will just be over.

In this way, the wizard boy can fulfill his filial piety and loyalty without having to do things he doesn't like. How wonderful.

When the world is safe, he will go back to his hometown and find any excuse to say that he has been resurrected. No one can say anything by then.

But the plan was good, and Deathstroke also cooperated. However, the young child did not expect that in addition to the black and yellow demon, the other party also had a black and red demon.

The witch boy kept lying on the ground holding the cat, squinting his eyes to secretly watch the development. Father Midnight surrendered as he expected, and the witch boy felt proud for a moment.

As a result, I saw a weirdo walking by. The guy squatted down and expressed some emotions.

At that time, the witch boy kept complaining in his heart: 'I clearly have no expression on my face, but you actually said that I died miserably? Also, this hairstyle is not hair loss! This is the 'St. Peter's hairstyle', which represents poverty, purity and obedience. Go and study for me! ’

But at that moment, he still remembered his identity as a dead person, so he endured the stench without moving and allowed Deadpool to touch his head and press his nose like a button.

But he didn't expect that the other party would take advantage of it, use spit to grind ink, and put something on his face? Are you a clown? And draw smiling faces for people?

In short, he saw the rotten lower half of Wade's face from the corner of his squinted eyes, and immediately felt his stomach churn. He relied on the mage's extraordinary willpower to insist on not vomiting it out. If such a disgusting weirdo really smeared spit on his face, he would not be able to even think about spitting.

So here’s the question, if Circe in the sky finds the ‘dead’ witch boy on the ground suddenly sitting up and vomiting, wouldn’t the previous drama be in vain?

If Circe's bitch didn't die here, she would definitely go to Witch Town to incite the masses again. Then it would be difficult for the witch boy himself to deal with it. After all, fake death can only be used once, and it will be useless next time.

Fortunately, the stranger's body blocked his view of the sky, so the witch boy made a quick decision, let go of the cat's hand, and grabbed the other's hand holding the pen.

The time limit for transforming into a combined monster has not passed yet. Although his body has become smaller, his strength is still one third of the monster level, and he can definitely compete with the opponent.

However, he discovered that the other party had already known that he was pretending to be dead and was deliberately trying to disgust him. Suddenly, a # sign appeared on the wizard boy's forehead, and that was it.

"Uh!" Wade added his other hand, and pressed down hard with trembling hands. The force caused his speech to be intermittent: "Child, don't you want to have a charming smile in your photos?"

This kind of scene is often seen in movies, where the protagonist and the villain are fighting on the ground. The villain wants to stab the protagonist in the face with a small dagger, but the protagonist refuses to let go, and then the two sides begin to tremble and wrestle with each other.

"Well! I don't want to die!"

The wizard boy was also exerting his strength silently, and replied in a trembling voice. He could not move too much, lest he be discovered, and he could not even use magic, otherwise Circe would sense magic fluctuations.

"No, you're dead!" Wade grinned, squatted down and pushed the brush down.

It was not easy to exert force while lying down, so the witch boy gritted his teeth and insisted: "No, I will fake my death, don't make trouble, just go away!"

"Xie Nie!" Wade added force.

"Ya Zhudie!" The witch boy resisted.

Wade suddenly looked at the camera again, with a very happy look on his face: "This is the first person I have met since coming to DC who can pick up jokes so smoothly. He is still a child. I like him very much, but simply fake death is not enough. , it must have the flavor of a black comedy.”

"Who are you talking to? A psycho?!" the witch boy roared in a low voice.

"You don't understand. Just let me use the 'fairy wand' on your face to make you beautiful, Jiejie..." Deadpool turned his head and continued to face him, pretending to sit astride the wizard. He climbed up onto the boy's body and pressed down the brush called the fairy wand in his hand again.

The witch boy retched. The strange man moved a little bit, and the smell on his body would spread out, just like fermented cow dung.

"If you have the guts, don't take advantage of others. Normally my fairy rod can penetrate all the holes in your body."

Clarion was naturally talking about tentacle magic. He secretly kicked Deadpool with his feet, showing a completely uncooperative attitude.

As a result, both of them blushed, trying to wrestle with the smallest movements while whispering. The slightly sticky tip of the brush was like the pointer of a scale between the two, and it tilted towards Deadpool for a while. , and turned towards the wizard boy for a while, moving back and forth slightly.

One wants to draw a smiling face, and the other doesn't want to vomit. This is simply an irreconcilable contradiction!

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that Deathstroke noticed the movement here and flew over to change Wade's watercolor pen...

So the witch boy 'died' and remained motionless. Wade used his cousin's red watercolor pen to draw big smiles on the faces of the human body and the cat's body, which looked so miserable and miserable in the moonlight.

Deadpool let out a long breath, stood up swaying, and wiped the sweat from his head: "Huh, Slade, look, his corpse smiled. Sure enough, blue and red match well. Mine and the Joker's Who has better craftsmanship?”

Su Ming rolled his eyes. Deadpool was completely causing trouble. Fortunately, Circe didn't notice. He lowered his voice and asked:

"What on earth are you doing here?"

"Fuck." Wade replied decisively, and the corners of his mouth curved under the mask: "I found that your enemy, the witch, although her face is pale, her eyes have black water, her hair is like a poisonous snake, and she can spit out murderous beams, but she has a good figure. Brother, I have a bold idea, I don’t know whether to say it or not..."

"Don't say it, think about the difference between PG13 and NC17, don't make a big mistake."

After Su Ming finished speaking, he kicked away the sick Wade who was thinking and let him chat with Father Midnight and the others over there.